He wanted to use this move to show goodwill to Li Shimin.
The situation had completely changed.
The fact that Li Shimin was able to return here again said it all.
Even if he couldn't maintain his current power, he needed to avoid Li Shimin's retaliation as much as possible.
This sentence finally brought Li Yuan back to his senses.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained, collapsing weakly on the dragon throne. His bleary eyes scanned Pei Ji, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. Finally, he tremulously waved his hand.
The moment the old Chancellor brought the yellow hemp paper, his withered fingers grasped the wolf-hair brush, trembling as he began to write.
"Please, Chancellor, go and comfort the troops of the Eastern Palace." Li Shimin's solemn voice pierced the stagnant air.
The edict in Pei Ji's hand rustled, and when he looked up, he met Yuchi Jingde's cold, sharp eyes.
The body of the old minister trembled instantly.
